Monday, September 17, 2012

and also upwards to my attic studio where the zillionz of buttons and beads reside...

and then down below in the basement where old blue jeans, if deemed worthy,

are cut and designated to the "upcycle" bin for use in the many artistic possibilities

that only good old fashioned denim can be relegated to.

I am painting, singing and dancing, cutting and pasting..

but more importantly...I am writing.

ALL IS RIGHT WITH THE WORLD!!!

The weekly batch of "passion" incense is rolled and drying. The burning of incense, my own blend, or one of Nina's famous blends, is a constant companion when the creative juices are flowing at full tilt. This ritual reminds me that the passion within me will fuel the flames so long as my soul resonates the beating of my heart...and my mind stays focused on my relentless pursuit of LIFE!!!

Outside, we have weathered yet more strange weather and while tornados, hail and high winds surrounded our location...we have "weathered the storm" unscathed...but for a few downed branches. Those branches, and the few trees that have been dedicated for winter use in the wood stove are currently being cut to size. Yes, we are rednecks with a chainsaw!

(I even learned how to file and grease that sucker)!

The full green trees, are preparing to change colors and display their beautiful

autumn transformation. I can however, do without the knee deep clean up of those

It's all good ~ bittersweet, I keep telling myself as my husband of 25 years smiles
and shakes his head. The dog whines because the school bus didn't stop...he's used
to walking her to the bus, getting on for his morning treat, making his way down
the aisle to greet all the kids...for now she is a licensed driver with a school
parking permit. Which also means, that he no longer has to wait at the end of the
driveway in the afternoon for the bus to safely deliver her back home.

However, on this first day of school, the motocross racer boyfriend
picks her up in his pickup truck, giving me yet another gray hair, for sure.
And as I try not to read him the riot act about carrying precious cargo, I send them
off with good wishes to enjoy their first day of their last year of high school!
Of course, with a juice box and goldfish crackers and a special note tucked inside
her little lunch bag...she is still the Baby, after all.

Milestones...roots and wings....and all that jazz!
I guess it is time for me to heed my own advice to my 3 beautiful daughters ~
"DON'T LOOK BACK ~ YOU'RE NOT GOING THAT WAY"